Tune me into the wild side of life    I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife    Take me to the garretts where the artists have died    Show me the courtrooms where the judges have lied       Let me drink deeply from the water and the wine    Light coloured candles in dark dreary mines    Look in the mirror and stare at myself    And wonder if that's really me on the shelf       And each day I learn just a little bit more    I don't know why, but I do know what for    If we're all going somewhere, let's get there soon    Oh, this song's got no title, just words and a tune       Take me down alleys where the murders are done    In a vast high powered rocket to the core of the sun    Want to read books in the studys of men    Born on the breeze and die on the wind       If I was an artist who paints with his eyes    I'd study my subject and silently cry    Cry for the darkenss to come down on me    For confusion to carry on turning the wheel       And each day I learn just a little bit more    I don't know why, but I do know what for    If we're all going somewhere, let's get there soon    Oh, this song's got no title, just words and a tune